The Unraveling (New 11/03)

[Trestor781]

Amazing story Emily you are an excellent writer. I really appreciate that you are taking suggestions for the direction and events of the story. I have one suggestion myself.
I would like to see more rules for Riley and Lily to follow on their own, such as having them compete similar to tasks in previous chapters where the loser will go to classes in revealing outfits, etc. One more subtle example would be having them go places barefoot. I feel that the vulnerability and contrast with being barefoot but otherwise clothed in places they should not be would add to the story.

Thanks for the great read and hope to see many more chapters to come.

[Emily]

Chapter 42

The room grew eerily quiet, the only sounds being Rachel’s slow, deliberate breaths and the occasional snicker from the other girls. Riley felt like a trapped animal, her body tense and ready to flee at the slightest opportunity. Rachel's eyes narrowed, and she leaned down, her lips brushing against Riley's ear. "You're going to keep that label on your body," Rachel murmured, her voice a dark promise, "until you learn your place."

With a cruel smile, Rachel straightened up and took a step back, her gaze lingering on the stark black letters against Riley's pale skin. "Now," she said, her voice taking on a business-like tone, "how many people have seen you naked before?"

Riley's mind raced as she tried to come up with a number that wouldn't fuel Rachel's sadistic amusement. She could feel the other girls' eyes on her, the weight of their expectations and excitement heavy in the room. "I-I'm not sure," she stammered, her voice shaking. "Maybe around ten?"

Ellie couldn't help but laugh, her voice echoing through the room, a cruel sound that grated on Riley's nerves like nails on a chalkboard. "Oh, honey," she said, her eyes gleaming, "I'd say it's been a hell of a lot more than ten."

Aria stepped forward, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Not to mention all the oral sex you've had," she said, her voice dripping with a malicious sweetness that made Riley's stomach churn. Rachel's eyes lit up with interest, and Riley felt a fresh wave of horror wash over her.

"Tell us," Rachel purred, her hand tracing a line down Riley's trembling body until it rested just above the label she had drawn. "Is it just with boys, or do you like girls too?"

Riley's throat felt tight, her voice barely a whisper as she admitted, "I-I've been with both." Rachel's eyes widened in surprise, the tip of her marker hovering above the sensitive skin. The admission hung in the air, a confession that seemed to electrify the room. The tension grew as Rachel absorbed the information, her expression unreadable.

Ellie's eyes glinted with excitement, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she stepped closer to the bed. "Well, Rachel," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness that belied the malice behind her words, "why don't you let Riley prove it?"

But Rachel’s expression remained unchanged, her eyes still fixated on Riley’s exposed body. “I’m not a lesbian, girls,” she said, her voice flat. The room fell silent, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Rachel’s words hung in the air, a clear rejection of Ellie’s suggestion, yet the anticipation didn’t dissipate.

Ellie stepped closer, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “Oh, come on, Rachel,” she cooed, her voice a silky caress. “You don’t have to be a lesbian to appreciate a good mouth. And from what I’ve heard, Riley’s is pretty good at...accommodating others, if you know what I mean,” she added with a wink.

Rachel’s gaze flicked over to Ellie, then back to Riley, who was now lying there with a look of despair etched into her features. Rachel’s expression grew contemplative, and she tapped the marker against her chin. Riley’s heart sank. It was clear that Rachel was considering Ellie’s suggestion, weighing the potential humiliation against the thrill of power.

After what felt like an eternity, Rachel spoke. "Alright," she said, her voice a cold whisper that sent a shiver down Riley's spine. "But I want some privacy." She looked around at the other three, her eyes narrowed. "You all need to leave."

Ellie and Aria's smiles faltered for a brief second before they nodded and began to gather their things, tossing Riley's clothes at her as they left. As Claire walked by the bed, she leaned down and whispered, "Keep playing along. We're recording this." She gave Riley's arm a gentle squeeze before exiting the room, closing the door softly behind her. Rachel's gaze remained fixed on Riley, her expression unreadable. Riley's eyes widened as she finally understood that there was a hidden camera somewhere in the room.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Rachel unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, sliding them down her legs with a sinister grace that made Riley's stomach twist. Rachel's thighs were muscular and tanned, a stark contrast to Riley's pale, trembling limbs. Rachel stepped out of her pants and kicked them aside, revealing a simple black thong that barely contained her own arousal. "Now, don't get any ideas," Rachel warned, her voice a low growl. "If you try anything, I'll make sure everyone sees just what a little slut you really are."

Her words were like a knife to Riley's heart, but she nodded, too scared to speak. Rachel's eyes never left hers as she reached behind her back and slid the thong down her legs, stepping out of it with a sense of finality that sent a shiver down Riley's spine. Rachel climbed onto the bed, one leg on each side of Riley's hips, her bare sex mere inches away from Riley's face. Rachel's confidence was palpable, her body language speaking volumes about the power dynamics in the room. Riley felt a strange mix of fear and arousal as Rachel's scent filled her nostrils, a heady aroma that seemed to demand her submission.

Rachel's pussy was a stark contrast to Riley's own. It was meaty, with thick, dark labia that framed a glistening opening. Her mound was trimmed with a small patch of hair, neat and orderly, a stark contrast to the wildness of the scene unfolding before Riley. Rachel's clit was large and prominent, already swollen with desire, and her inner lips looked like they could swallow Riley whole. Her thighs were muscular, a testament to her athleticism, and her skin was a smooth, tanned canvas that Riley hadn't noticed earlier.

As Rachel lowered herself onto Riley's face, the weight of her body was surprising. It was both terrifying and exhilarating, a feeling of power and dominance that Rachel clearly reveled in. Riley felt Rachel's wetness against her nose and the heat of her sex as Rachel's labia parted slightly, allowing her to feel the softness of Rachel's inner thighs. Rachel's scent was overpowering, a mix of arousal and the faint hint of sweat that made Riley's mouth water despite her fear.

Her mind racing, Riley knew she had to play along. She had to survive this night. Rachel's clit was large and pulsing with need, and she knew that was where she had to start. She flicked her tongue out tentatively, the taste of Rachel's arousal coating her taste buds. Rachel's body tensed above her, a gasp escaping her lips. It was a strange feeling, having this much power over someone so cruel, so powerful. Riley took a deep breath and pushed aside her fear, focusing solely on Rachel's response.

Her tongue moved in slow, deliberate circles around Rachel's clit, feeling it swell and throb beneath her. Rachel's hips began to rock slightly, a silent demand for more. Riley's cheeks hollowed as she took Rachel's clit into her mouth, sucking gently. Rachel's thighs tightened around her face, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was filled with the sound of Rachel's moans and the wet suckling noises of Riley's mouth. The fear and humiliation of the moment were lost in the haze of Rachel's arousal.

Rachel's hands found their way into Riley's hair, gripping tightly as she began to grind against her face. Riley's eyes watered and she gagged slightly, but Rachel didn't relent. Rachel's moans grew louder, more urgent, as Riley's tongue danced inside her, tasting her most intimate parts. Riley could feel Rachel's thighs quivering and knew she was close to climax. Despite the situation, a twisted sense of pride filled her. She was making Rachel feel something, even if it was only pleasure.

The taste of Rachel was a mix of salt and sweetness, with a musk that was uniquely her own. It was a heady combination that made Riley's own body respond despite the fear and revulsion she felt. Rachel's juices coated her tongue, making it easy to slide in and out, to explore and tease Rachel's inner folds. It was a dance of power and submission, each movement of Riley's mouth a silent protest against Rachel's dominance.

"Keep going," Rachel growled, her nails digging into Riley's scalp. The pain was a stark contrast to the pleasure Rachel was receiving, a reminder that this was not a consensual act of passion but one of control. Riley's eyes watered as Rachel's hips began to move faster, grinding her sex into Riley's face. Rachel's voice was a symphony of obscenities, calling her every name in the book, reducing her to nothing more than a vessel for her own satisfaction.

The room grew hotter with Rachel's increasing moans, the scent of her arousal becoming stronger with every passing second. Riley's jaw was sore, her tongue feeling numb from the relentless attention it was giving Rachel's swollen clit. Rachel's body was a blur above her, the only thing she could focus on was the wetness, the heat, and the overwhelming need to make Rachel come. It was a strange dance, one of pain and pleasure, of humiliation and power, but Riley was determined to get through it.

Suddenly, Rachel's body stiffened, her thighs clamping down hard on Riley's head. A gush of wetness flooded Riley's mouth and face, and she choked, trying to pull away. Rachel's hands held her in place, her body shaking as the orgasm ripped through her. The fluid was warm and slightly bitter, and Riley's mind raced. Was this pee? Had Rachel actually peed on her? Panic filled her, the reality of the situation crashing down on her like a wave. But Rachel's grip didn't loosen, and the sounds coming from her were unmistakable: Rachel was having an intense squirting orgasm.

The fluid continued to spurt from Rachel's pussy, soaking Riley's face and hair, running down her neck and pooling on the pillow beneath her. Rachel's cries grew louder, and her hips bucked wildly as she rode out the climax. Riley's eyes watered, not just from the pain of Rachel's nails digging into her scalp, but from the sheer shock of what was happening. Rachel's orgasm seemed to go on forever, her body convulsing and trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.

When Rachel finally released Riley's head, she collapsed back onto the bed, panting heavily. Riley lay there, gasping for air, her mouth and nose full of Rachel's juices. She could feel them running down her cheeks, and the metallic taste of it made her want to retch. But she didn't dare move, not with Rachel's eyes still boring into her, not with the weight of Rachel's legs still pinning her down. Rachel's chest heaved as she caught her breath, her eyes glazed over with satisfaction.

With a flick of her wrist, Rachel grabbed a towel that had been placed within reach and began to clean herself up, the fabric rubbing roughly against her skin. Each wipe was deliberate and methodical, a stark contrast to the frenzied way Riley had been used. Rachel took her time, savoring the feel of the soft towel against her sensitive skin, her eyes never leaving Riley's face.

Finally, Rachel stood, her body still flushed from her recent climax. She tossed the towel aside, not bothering to cover herself as she stepped out of the puddle of fluids she had left on the bed. Riley remained still, her face and hair sticky with Rachel's essence. Rachel's gaze was cold and unyielding as she reached for her discarded clothes. "You're not going to tell anyone about this, are you?" Rachel's voice was a low, dangerous whisper.

Riley nodded frantically, her eyes never leaving Rachel's. "I-I won't," she managed to croak out, her throat raw from Rachel's abuse. Rachel's smile was smug, as if she had known Riley would never dare to speak of it. She slipped her clothes back on, the fabric sticking to her damp skin as she dressed. Her movements were efficient and precise, as if she had done this a hundred times before.

When Rachel was fully dressed, she leaned down and whispered in Riley's ear, "If you do, I'll make sure everyone knows what a dirty little slut you are. Understood?" Riley nodded again, feeling a chill run down her spine. Rachel's words were a stark reminder of the power she held over her. With a final squeeze of her thigh, Rachel stood and called out, "You can come back in now, girls."

The door swung open, and Ellie, Aria, and Claire filed back into the room, their eyes immediately drawn to Rachel's smug smile and Riley's disheveled state. Riley's cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and anger as she lay there, her body still trembling from the recent ordeal. She could feel the stickiness of Rachel's orgasm on her face and hair, a constant reminder of her degradation.

"Looks like Riley's been busy," Ellie quipped, her voice laden with innuendo. Rachel nodded, her expression unreadable as she zipped up her pants. Aria sauntered over to the bed, her eyes raking over Riley's body with a predatory gleam.

But it was Claire who caught Riley's attention. With a swift, almost imperceptible motion, she grabbed her phone from Rachel's dresser, which had been cleverly hidden in plain sight. Rachel, still basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, didn't seem to notice. Claire's eyes met Riley's for a brief moment, and in that look, she conveyed a silent message of solidarity. Riley felt a flicker of hope, clinging to the idea that maybe, just maybe, she wasn't entirely alone in this nightmare.

"Alright, Riley," Rachel said, her voice a mix of amusement and authority. "Now, tell us, what else are you good for?"

Before Riley could even attempt a response, Claire stepped forward, a fiery determination in her eyes. Rachel's smug expression faltered slightly, sensing the shift in the room's energy.

"You know what, Rachel?" Claire spoke up, her voice firm and unwavering. "I think you've had enough fun with Riley for one night. She's done her part. It's time to leave her alone." Rachel raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Oh really?" Rachel said, her voice dripping with mock surprise. "And what makes you think you get a say in this?"

Without missing a beat, Claire held up her phone, the screen showing a clear recording of Rachel's climax. Rachel's eyes narrowed, her smug smile fading into a snarl. "You little bitch," she hissed, lunging for the device.

But Claire was quicker. She darted back, holding the phone out of Rachel's reach. "Back off," she warned, her voice steady despite her racing heart. "If you want this to stay between us, you'll leave Riley alone." Rachel froze, her fists clenched at her sides.

The room was a tense battleground, the air thick with unspoken threats and the echoes of Rachel's earlier cries of pleasure. Ellie and Aria exchanged nervous glances, unsure of what to do. Rachel's eyes narrowed to slits, and for a moment, Riley thought she would attack Claire. But then she took a step back, her shoulders dropping slightly.

"You think you can blackmail me?" Rachel spat, her eyes flashing with fury. "You're the one who's going to regret this." She leaned over the bed, her voice a harsh whisper in Riley's ear. "You're going to wish you never crossed me," she hissed, her breath hot and bitter on Riley's cheek.

“Riley, why don’t you go wait in the hall for a bit?” Ellie’s voice was gentle, a stark contrast to Rachel’s venom. “We’ll handle Rachel and make sure she doesn’t bother you again.”

Riley’s heart pounded in her chest. Go out into the hall? Naked? The thought was mortifying, but Rachel’s looming presence was a more immediate threat. With a shaky nod, she slid off the bed, her body sticky with Rachel’s release. The floor was cold against her bare feet, sending a shiver up her spine. Her eyes remained on Rachel, watching for any signs of aggression as she backed away. Rachel’s gaze never left hers, a silent promise of retribution that sent a chill down her spine.

Finally, with the door between them, Riley felt a small measure of relief. She leaned against it, listening to the escalating argument on the other side. Rachel’s voice grew louder, angrier, while Claire’s remained surprisingly calm, a steady counterpoint to Rachel’s rage. The yelling grew more heated, the words indistinct, but the tone was clear: Claire was standing up for her, and Rachel was not taking it well.

But Riley’s relief was short-lived. Suddenly, she heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps, growing louder and more urgent as they came up the stairs. Panic flooded her, her heart racing as the reality of her situation crashed down on her once more. She was naked, in the hallway of a mere stranger’s house, with no way to escape the humiliation that awaited her if she were caught.

[Emily]

I’d love to hear thoughts on the new part! I might post another part later today, depending on how feedback is!

[Bucket]

Thanks for the new chapter, Emily! Will read and review upon the arrival of chapter 43.